Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 543: Duck Congee

Shortly after dawn, Sanjiang Garden buzzed with activity. It was a rare chance for middle and high school students to sleep in, while the elementary kids happily got up to go out with their grandparents for exercise or grocery shopping. Otherwise, they ran wildly around the community, brimming with energy.

After a while, most households had started cooking.

As Mrs. Du returned from buying groceries, she ran into quite a few people.

Everyone gathered around curiously.

"It seems like the program crew stayed the night at Old Qin’s house yesterday. I wonder if they found out anything."

"Sigh, it would be nice if they could uncover the truth. More and more people are hearing the footsteps, and it’s always on my mind, really affecting my life."

"I thought I vaguely heard something."

"Should we call the police?"

Mrs. Du lived on the fifth floor, and there were dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn’t slept well.

"I heard it again last night, scared me to death."

She first agreed with the person who said they heard footsteps, lamenting her bad luck, and mentioned that her daughter-in-law was frightened. Then she added, "Apparently, the homeowner’s relative is coming over. Let’s talk about it when they arrive."

Everyone started inquiring about the details.

"I really don’t know, just heard something from the property manager. They said if things continued like this, it would cause panic and many would protest. They’re trying to force the homeowner’s relative to handle it; no matter how busy they are, they have to take responsibility."

Everyone nodded in agreement and expressed sympathy for Mrs. Du’s family.

"It’s just unfortunate that you live right below them."

"We’ll just have to wait till that relative arrives, I guess. Hmph, if I meet that person, I’ll have a good talk with them. If they don’t resolve it, I’ll call the police!"

Soon the crowd dispersed, people pairing up and heading back to their buildings.

Among them, two people murmured: "Wait a sec, is only one relative coming? The family on the sixth floor seems to have emigrated, but the seventh-floor family hasn’t, right? No one’s coming to handle it?"

"Maybe they’ll both come, or maybe they only reached one. Having one come is better than none."

Not long after everyone left, a little girl carrying a bowl of duck porridge emerged from behind the cultural pavilion.

She looked in the direction the people had scattered, thoughtfully taking a sip of the porridge.

"Hmm?"

The delicious taste interrupted her thoughts, and she slurped a few more spoonfuls, lifting her head.

Tantai Yi came over and offered her some five-spice rolls.

"Crunch!"

Tuanzi took a big bite, chewing contentedly.

After chewing for a while, she said, "So are we just going to wait till the relative arrives?"

Tantai Yi: "We can wait; there’s no rush."

The cameraman was baffled.

What were these two disciples talking about? He was responsible for filming the whole time but couldn’t understand.

If he couldn’t understand, then the audience certainly couldn’t either.

[What kind of cryptic messages are those two exchanging?]

[No idea]

[Did something happen after the cameras were turned off?]

[Don’t be so stingy, share with us]

[While you all are focused on the ghost mystery, I’m focused on the duck porridge Miaomiao is having. It looks fabulous]

[The five-spice rolls aren’t bad either]

[The satay noodles and dumplings Miaomiao ate earlier looked delicious too. I’ll have to go downstairs and get some dumplings later]

[Wait, when you put it that way, Miaomiao is actually having quite a big meal]

To avoid being accused of slacking off by the audience, after breakfast, the guests dispersed to gather information, focusing on the residents in the building where the footsteps were heard.

The guests had all heard the footsteps now, so they had some idea. As the residents responded, they could make more accurate judgments.

However, as the guests inquired, the residents also probed them.

Previously, everyone was concerned but no one would specifically go to Mr. Qin’s or Old Mrs. Zhou’s place to stay.

The guests didn’t hide anything, openly admitting that they had indeed heard the footsteps.

Many residents grew more worried.

It being the weekend, almost everyone moving within the community was talking about this.

Near noon, two men arrived in a hurry.

One was a relative of the sixth-floor owner, a fifty-something self-employed person, usually very busy. If he weren’t a close relative of the owner, he wouldn’t want to deal with this.

As soon as he arrived, he heard the chatter among the community residents and turned pale.

"I thought everyone was joking, is there really a ghost?"

Knowing that his relative’s house had ghost rumors and even drew in a program crew, he didn’t care about facing the camera, and said somewhat irritably, "I’ve said many times not to price it so high. If it weren’t priced so high, the house would have sold long ago. They want to sell it for a high price but don’t want to put in any effort, it’s so annoying!"

[Ah, his irritation is about to leap off the screen]

[I can relate deeply; whether self-employed or a worker, people are both exhausted and busy, and then have to handle relatives’ affairs, it’s truly annoying]

[The funny part is, his relative went abroad and entrusted him with this, when the house sells, the agency gets a fee, and he gets nothing]

[No way, spending time and effort to help but not even getting a red envelope]

[If he got anything, he wouldn’t have this attitude, it’s just so funny how money can go to an outsider, but not to the family member who’s helping out]

[But badmouthing someone behind their back isn’t good, isn’t it family after all?]

[If you agreed to help, then don’t regret it later, if you have the guts to agree at first]

The man continued complaining: "At first people were interested in viewing the house, but later, agents didn’t even bring anyone over, because if my brother had compromised a bit, the deal would have been sealed. But my brother refuses to lower the price."

He couldn’t understand it; a few ten thousand seemed like a lot, but if reduced by just a few ten thousand, the house would have sold, instantly letting the money go into the bank for interest or investment, and he wouldn’t need to keep investing his time and energy. It seemed like a few ten thousand less, but maybe, when calculated thoroughly, it’s actually a gain.

Some buyers indeed push their limits, but many truly want to buy yet find it not worthwhile. There are plenty of properties for sale in this area, why buy the overpriced one?

There was a crowd watching, and on top of that, he had important business today. So, frustrated, the man randomly grabbed someone to vent, "My brother probably thinks, anyway, he’s not putting in the effort, just making assumptions, that’s selfish, right?"

Qiu Yu, who was grabbed, wore an awkward expression.

He also thought the owner wasn’t fair, having such relatives could be really frustrating, but he couldn’t say it in front of the camera. Saying it would be a verbal slip, blown up by those with bad intentions, giving haters ammunition.

Not receiving a response, the man sheepishly let go and wiped his face, took out keys, preparing to take the property manager and program crew to have a look.

The seventh-floor owner also arrived, a young man.

He voluntarily explained, "This is a house left to me by an uncle who passed away. I was planning to move in myself after a job transfer and had no intention to sell or rent it out. However, something unexpected happened with the job transfer, and I never got to move in."